Just an old wound, huh...he wouldn't really know what those are like, so he nods, accepting the answer at face value. Old wounds seem like kind of a hindrance. But that makes sense, doesn't it? Being wounds, and all.

The return question is met with a blink, another curious tilt, Naki's gaze not moving from the man's face. It's true, he's not familiar. It was kind of chaotic back there though, so that's not too much of a surprise.

"Nakigitsune." A short pause. "Right now." Another, slightly longer pause. "Who are you?"